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About Genoa

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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Then, just when I think it’s over, I hear a kid crying. I look around, and there’s this little dude, maybe six years old, standing by a tree on Via dei Pini. He’s lost his dog. I’m like, “Seriously? A dog? Right now?” But I can’t just leave him.

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